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his heart fluttered with joy the second she walked in. he ran to hug her and laid a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I love you, amélie.” he whispered to her. she pushed him away and stomped up the stairs, leaving him confused. he was so confused as to why she pushed him away, and why the push was so forceful and wrathful. a tear rolls down his cheek and a sob just merely leaves his mouth.
for that whole day she pushed him away, she didn’t show him affection and didn’t want anything to do with him. he was heartbroken. he really had no idea what he did to her, after all, she had just came back from a 7 month trip. he asked her about the trip, what beautiful sights she’d seen, but no answer came out. it was just a sigh.
“amélie?” he whispered to his sleeping wife. “can we please talk?” he sniffles into her shoulder. “god dammit, I love you!” he says a little louder and wraps his arms around her waist. he silently cried into her back for hours, and she stayed awake, listening to his cries.
in the early morning, as the sun rises, he wakes up to sizzling sounds and the strong smell of bacon. he rises from bed and begins to walk downstairs. by the time he is down stairs, she is seen in the kitchen holding out a plate full of breakfast to an unknown man at the table, she smiles sweetly, and his heart drops. “amélie..” he muttered. she didn’t answer. he runs back upstairs and grabs a rope, that heavy duty one he got in plans of making a swing for amélie. he clutches his hand harder on it, and lets go, falling to the floor, crying. “god, why won’t she love me?”
each day, amélie gets closer to this guy, who later addresses his name, bill.
he gets out of bed in the early hours, before sunrise. it is 03:00 and as he leaves the room, he sees bill and amélie horizontal on the couch. without hesitation, he runs upstairs, grabs the rope, and ties his neck around it. he chokes loudly as he dangles from the ceiling, but it seems his sounds were unheard.
for that whole day she pushed him away, she didn’t show him affection and didn’t want anything to do with him. he was heartbroken. he really had no idea what he did to her, after all, she had just came back from a 7 month trip. he asked her about the trip, what beautiful sights she’d seen, but no answer came out. it was just a sigh.
“amélie?” he whispered to his sleeping wife. “can we please talk?” he sniffles into her shoulder. “god dammit, I love you!” he says a little louder and wraps his arms around her waist. he silently cried into her back for hours, and she stayed awake, listening to his cries.
in the early morning, as the sun rises, he wakes up to sizzling sounds and the strong smell of bacon. he rises from bed and begins to walk downstairs. by the time he is down stairs, she is seen in the kitchen holding out a plate full of breakfast to an unknown man at the table, she smiles sweetly, and his heart drops. “amélie..” he muttered. she didn’t answer. he runs back upstairs and grabs a rope, that heavy duty one he got in plans of making a swing for amélie. he clutches his hand harder on it, and lets go, falling to the floor, crying. “god, why won’t she love me?”
each day, amélie gets closer to this guy, who later addresses his name, bill.
he gets out of bed in the early hours, before sunrise. it is 03:00 and as he leaves the room, he sees bill and amélie horizontal on the couch. without hesitation, he runs upstairs, grabs the rope, and ties his neck around it. he chokes loudly as he dangles from the ceiling, but it seems his sounds were unheard.
